François-Auguste Ravier, Vue d'une vallée au crépuscule, des arbres dénudés à droite, 1814-1895.
the part of me that dreams will break unless it bends
Two poems by Louisa Siefert, translated from French by Laura Nagle
Essai d'Anatomie, Gautier D'Agoty, 1745, public domain.
I am an allegory for the void
An excerpt from No Way in the Skin without This Bloody Embrace by Jean D’Amérique, translated by Conor Bracken.
Odilon Redon (French, Bordeaux 1840–1916 Paris) Etruscan Vase with Flowers, 1900–10, public domain.
I was so hungry thinking how love used to taste
Five poems by Souad Labbize, translated from French by Susanna Lang
Carel de Vogelaer (1653–1695), ‘En blomsterkrans’ (‘A Wreath of Flowers’), 1668–1695, public domain.
bad verses just never end
A poem by Arthur Rimbaud, translated from French by Wyatt Mason
Maja Ruznic, Daughter (ochre), 2021, courtesy of the artist.
I can still see you: an echo
Poems by Paul Celan, translated from German by Pierre Joris
Once resuscitated, I will be a book.
A poem by Sarah Kernya translated and with an introduction by Virginia Konchan
RG# 95-GP Records of the Forest Service General Subject Files Negative Number:502147
with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches
Two poems by the 16th century French poet Pierre de Ronsard, translated by Diane Furtney
I was holding the light on either side of me
A selection of Pierre Peuchmaurd poems translated by E.C. Belli—four poems from The Nothing Bird and “Bull,” a Circumference exclusive.
Now that everything’s been put off again until tomorrow.
Six poems from Painted Stars by Pierre Reverdy, translated by Dan Bellm
One sentence says to the other that the tree is a metaphor waiting to be killed.
Two poems by Mohammed El Amraoui, translated by Sam Ross